It was about as good fighting on the part of the Confederates as I ever saw. Their columns were plowed through and through by our shot, but closed up and moved solidly until forced back. Just after the assault for the first time I heard the word ‘ranch.’ Passing over the field on our left, among the dead and dying, I saw leaning against the root of a tree, a wounded lieutenant of an Arkansas regiment who had been shot through the foot. I offered him some water. He said, ‘I thank you, General, one of your men just gave me some water.’ I said, ‘Whose troops are you?’ He replied, ‘Cabell's.’ I said, ‘It was pretty hot fighting there.’ He answered, ‘Yes, General, you licked us good, but we gave you the best we had in the ranch!’
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